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It's not pr0n if they're in love... wait... [Oct. 21st, 2011|03:25 am]
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Speaking of Sam and hard cock (er...):

Click me for free smut.

Aw, c'mon, it's fun, fluffy, post EQUILIBRIUM short story smut! There's no big spoiler, and there are vegan gingersnaps! Er, not in the smut. That'd get messy. But, like, after.

I have it on the authority of someone who knows NOTHING about the book that it stands alone. Srsly. And hey, free short story about cute boys with superpowers arguing and fucking and eating cookies. What more can you want in life?

(Cute girls with superpowers arguing and fucking and eating marshmallows? Yeah, I got that, too. Soon, soon...)






I don't know if I'm more sad or happy that this icon is so literally appropriate, right now. Unf.
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she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox [Aug. 16th, 2010|04:57 pm]
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I woke up with a monstrous fucking headache, and it grew and grew. It is now not only monstrous, but godlike. It's like the Leto Fucking Atreides God-Worm of all Headaches.

Ouch, I mean to say. This fucking weather this summer has been a real motherfucker, you know?

Anyhow, I shouldn't complain. Yesterday I was still pretty braindead, so I did RPP formatting type stuff and a blog entry. Today I woke up, did some good hard re-read of Megh's final drafts for her stories (shiny!), and continued with Elan and Nieva. I'm up to 4251 words, Elan has just promised Nieva that busting out of a brothel will be easy with him by her side (poor sap--good thing she's there to save him), and my head is throbbing so badly that even Hot Chip can't make me finish. Son of a bitch.

I really need to jump into the 10 submissions competition. If I can get Elan and Nieva sorted and edit Peacock by tomorrow I'm in pretty good shape still. Wonder which one I'll try to write next. I wish I could tell ahead of time, but then I'd hate to start thinking about it just yet. One thing at a time for my poor confused brain.

We were supposed to go out to dinner tonight, too, and I always get so disappointed when I think I'm going to do something fun and then get owned like this. But Balaji has promised me sambar rice and I have a whole bottle of Jack Daniels, so whatever.

Small workout first though, as my hip has really been a dickhead about things for the past few days. (I did fuck it up in Phila. again, I'm forced to admit. Fuck.) But here's hoping it'll get me closer to the usual 45 minutes today than it did yesterday.

There's the cranky update. But it is what it is.

In ridiculous news, we were watching the MST3K "Jack Frost" last night, and it is my new favorite movie, so thanks again John! It's like Cinderella meets Baba Yaga on crack. There is even scope for a Tom Bombadil joke in it. I mean wow.

Jack Frost: You're a good girl, aren't you? Not the contradicting kind at all.
Balaji: [Gives me an evil look, waiting for the explosion to occur.]
Me: [Grits teeth]
(15 minutes later when I have a mouth full of water)
Balaji: I do wish you weren't quite so contradicting though, Kate.
Me: [Spew]

His timing is of the evil.
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Please stop loving me (I am none of these things) [Jul. 1st, 2010|06:13 pm]
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Please check out my-- er, over Henry-Jamesified historical dark fiction short, The Horologist at this quarter's New Bedlam Project, y'all!

Thanks to John for the loads of help on it!

If you like it too, feel free to make me feel cool by posting a comment there at the mag or over at my author blog entry on the subject. You know. I mean, just-- if you wanted. Right.

Seriously though, I had a lot of fun writing it. And not just because I was on a train to see Reenie/The Manics and/or drinking coffee listening to random Columbia grad students argue while hammering out the first draft. (Though that helped, admittedly.)

Also, this is my husband's favorite story of mine. Random fun fact, right? Er, yeah.
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spend your night-life table hopping [Feb. 20th, 2010|12:23 pm]
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Since I've already pimped this everywhere else in the world, allow me to draw your attention to my little flash piece:

Cigarettes In Hell, up today at Everyday Weirdness.

In case you don't know me very well, no this is not a political statement. I just like annoyed demons. The entire plot of my little novella Oubliette revolves around one, even.

If you take the sixty seconds to read it, I really hope you're amused-- or I've wasted your time and apologize! For extra ego points, you could comment on my author blog and make me look cool. If you wanted.
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Post of Shame [Jan. 12th, 2010|02:00 am]
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This is embarrassing but... Mark nominated my story in Grant's Pass, Boudha, for the P&E poll. I didn't know, but he says it's his favorite, along with Carole Johnstone's. (Pete Kempshall's was mine, but I don't see it on there. Oooh I could write it in!) Well no, THAT's not embarrassing, but this post is.

Anyhow, it's over Jan 14 at midnight. So, um, if you wouldn't mind, just so I don't feel like a total loser, would you, er, vote for me?

I'm not in last place just now, so I don't have to cry-- if you cannot in good conscience cast your vote for me, I understand. But a lot of you have read it so, er, you know.
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Don't be a star, it's such a drag [Nov. 16th, 2009|06:54 pm]
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I didn't finish Jonah today like I'd planned, but that's all right because I got everything else done-- and right before Thanksgiving Having Shit Done is to happiness. The good news:

-My new exercise thingie is awesome. It's meant to be for Christmas, but whatever, it's more important to have one of those ready to go after Thanksgiving, let's face it. (It's a steppy thing, which I love. Hopefully it'll help me get strong enough again so I can use my cruncher too, because right now it'd own by back. Fingers crossed.) So I can step and watch Jane Austen movies in the afternoons.

I'm such a housewife. Where are my fucking bon-bons?

-I said I wouldn't get any more books at the library today, because I have so many that want reading, but I can't go there to take books back and NOT wander around a little. What should catch my eye but "The Memoirs of Barry Lyndon, Esq." by my old darling William Makepeace Thackeray. Yes, I had to have it, and so I do. I love that fucking movie, so I'm sure the book will be even awesomer.

And I need something light between the Joyce. "Ulysses" is a lot easier this time around, and I actually get what's going on. But holy fuck. If it wasn't so pretty, I'd scream. (It is though. Seriously.)

-My body isn't broken. It's been roughly a year since my system got all fucked up, but it is, at least temporarily, okay now! That's vague and stupid, but enough that I can rejoice without giving information about which organs are being lame and which aren't, which I'm sure couldn't matter less to anyone but me.

-I have no less than three short stories out with people for lookovers and edits! This doesn't sound remarkable, perhaps, but the thing is that I hardly ever write short fiction, so to have three active and in the queue at once is a real fucking accomplishment. Of course, the places I want to send two of them aren't open for months, and the third is going to need some good hacking, but still. Also, Dart and Resurrectionists are out and about as well, which is super awesome. (Poor John got two of them dumped on him, but for everyone else it's one at a time. Sorry John, that's what you get for being so good with a historical.)

-Our coffee grinder has been iffy for the last few weeks, but it finally died today. I knew it was having trouble. Then our coffee MAKER started leaking the other day. I woke up today and got, "and there's no coffee, because the thing is broken."

Well I knew the grinder was broken-- I thought the leak in the pot had been investigated and found insurmountable, as issues go. So when I went to the grocery store I stopped at Bed Bath and Beyond and got a new coffee maker and grinder...

And got home to hear, "Why did you buy a coffee maker? It's just the grinder that's broken."

Communication fail!

But Jesus I had a headache today, with only a cup of Darjeeling for support. Guess it's time to start cutting back.

Ah, who am I kidding?

But for now, time for wine.
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makes me feel like I'm talking a foreign language sometimes [Oct. 23rd, 2009|01:40 am]
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Short fucking attention span theater. God, I hate being sick. Hate, hate, hate. Hate it so much more now that it's rare, too.

But at least it's a good mode in which to read my Shock Totem and Necrotic Tissue mags. After Portrait of a Lady, I think I'm really in need of some modern horrific short stories. Oh man.

Today I glanced over The Horologist and picked at it. Then I opened up Peacock and Raven and picked at that (for the 329184th time. It's one I CANNOT LET ALONE-- but I actually think it's been long enough now that I can make a difference... if I can fucking concentrate). Then I wrote the opening for Willoughby Spit, which I'm convinced is idiotic as all get out. (That's my OCD Luke Pritchard as Orpheus story.) I'm not sure if I mean that in a bad way or not, either.

I also read a bunch of things, all of which were awesome, so that helped. I killed things on LotRO for about a half hour before I lost patience. (Eveny-- the elf not the vampire!-- is 40! Er, because yeah, the vampire would be loads older, wouldn't he? Anyhow.)

Stupid plague. :/
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love, desire; can't seem to tell the difference [Oct. 20th, 2009|05:10 pm]
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Whatever the weird flu was that I thought I was getting before Tara and Matt came, it hit me really hard last night. Either that or they gave me the plague, since Matt was just getting over it. I was so miserably fevered I actually went to bed at 9pm. Only to wake up again at midnight after the fever broke and spend a few hours randomly slaying Guaradan-- which I'd been wanting to do anyhow. But still. That sucked.

I'm coughy and achy today, but it's not half as bad. I even made myself eat a real lunch instead of just cereal as a precaution. I'm so proud.

Anyhow, Metallica was awesome-- weird sentence, but true. They kicked some ass. I did a dorky ass write up on the dorky ass blog, but it's here. I still can't believe how close we were to the stage. So strange. I mean, I've been closer, but a band as big as Metallica you never really think that'll happen. And helped a lot with Neenah, as it was more her kind of vibe than any of the stuff I'd usually go to, just in terms of rabid, fist-pumping fans.

No one really does the fist-pumping at Oasis shows. Just saying.

And that's about it. I should probably get to editing The Horologist based on Balaji's info, but I'm kind of feeling lazy since my face and throat hurt. Might get it done tonight or something.

Also: [info]the_literatzzi people who know her-- [info]mssolo has a story called Swan Made in this M/M erotica fairy tales collection, Bedknobs and Beanstalks [WARNING: man ass on the cover]. Tell me that isn't the best name ever. It's always cool when someone you know from fandom gets published, anyhow. I'm of course skipping to hers (Mina Kelly is the nom de plume) and then reading the rest, but you know. Thought others might be interested.
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Watch the sky [Jul. 24th, 2009|08:51 am]
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Everything's good with Mom-- thanks to everyone who's been asking. Little thing about yesterday for my own records! )

I somehow managed to do some work in terms of research reading, and I'm almost done with my Jackson/Adams book, with a few more ideas for making the letters in Peacock and Raven more interesting and her political issues more pertinent. Excellent timing since I had it in my inbox when I checked just now. Meghan, you rock! (My Thunderbird doesn't want to work from here to send email, since I'm still at the Hampton Inn. You know how that goes! You're the awesomest! I should've thought of Sari and the feathers. <3 <3-- one for each of you.) Not sure how I read and absorbed nonfiction after 24 hours awake, but it was surprisingly easy.
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I'm a classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess [Jul. 14th, 2009|06:38 pm]
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Writing update crap )

I posted a reprint of a story of mine, "Lime Green Closet", at the site. The rights went back to me a few months ago and I don't feel like resubbing it anywhere-- figure it's just as well up there as free content... and some day someone might care! Anyhow, I like the story, it's pulpy and fun and fairly me-- or at least part of me.

Back hurts today. I don't really have time for it to go bad, so I reckon I ought to start eating Aleve.

Doctor tomorrow. Awesome.
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not stuck in your early grave [Jul. 13th, 2009|12:20 pm]
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As usual after hanging out with my parents, I am extremely fucking tired. Dad was tired too yesterday before we left, which drinking all day long for four days in a row will do, I reckon. I was tired but only because, naturally, I got myself sunburned. Not badly, and really just on my back, but it's enough.

Anyhow aunt Mary (great aunt, really, since she's Granddaddy's kid sister) was there with us, and she's awesome, and Uncle Dan and my cousin Kelly, who's 15 and elected to spend a day with us instead of a week in Florida with her mom's family-- ha!, came from Richmond the day on Saturday. I talked to Kelly about her Indian boyfriend (is this some genetic thing with us?) and got her a henna tattoo since she was all excited and her dad clearly didn't want to spring for one. Good stuff.

Dana's coming on Thursday, and wants me to crash a funeral at Arlington National. (My friends are weird.) I'll have them for company while Balaji's at Duke this weekend, yay!

The traffic was absolute shit in both directions (Okay, DC to Richmond is always bad, but Richmond to VA Beach is so much worse. Why must people slam on their brakes when they go into the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel? WHY?), but way worse on the way down Friday. There was an accident outside Yorktown, so I was taunted by the signs for all the cool attractions I could be enjoying while I was sat in a car doing nothing. Normally I write stories in my head, but Balaji was obviously frustrated. After it took us an hour to go five miles, I offered to tell him a story, and told him The Peacock and the Raven, which he declared his absolute favorite of everything I'd ever written. I said that was just because he didn't have to tolerate me awkwardly fumbling my way through the prose of it. Anyhow, it took us another hour to go another five miles, but at least it was a more pleasant hour.

I'd like to be productive for the next three days. I think I can manage, apart from that whole extremely fucking tired thing. I need at least 3k words on Resurrectionists, and I want to finish my Andrew Jackson/John Quincy Adams book so I'm ready to revise Peacock when it comes back. Which I would not be if it came back right now because, right. Book. Research.

It's a surprisingly good book though. I mean I love nonfiction, particularly historical, but dry spots are inevitable. Not so with this one. It plots the courses of Jackson and Adams from the beginnings of their careers/lives, so you can see them coming together for this monstrous climax, thereby building a strange tension. The inevitability that set-up implies is way fallacious, but that's not the point. I think I'll buy this guy's book about John Quincy Adams some time.
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I really don't mind being lied to [Jun. 1st, 2009|05:33 pm]
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[Current Music |The Horrors - I Only Think of You]

I've been touting this shit everywhere but here, somehow. Grants Pass is up for pre-order now for US folk. The editor/creator, Jennifer Brozek, is having a contest for people who pre-order to win Grants Pass goodies if they spread the word on their blogs-- so check it out. If you'd rather skip that and just get straight to the goods, you can order it here. It's shipping this August, after its release at GenCon. Check out the blurbs at the bottom of that page, by the way-- they're really excellent.

I am nervous as fuck. But please, buy it anyhow!




Because I don't feel like a separate f-lock entry, the writing update goes here today, short though it is. )

And listening to the new Horrors album. Which I actually like (but so far I like the first one better). A bit needlessly lo-fi, but eh. It's the Horrors. Now I just need that Rifles album, the Enemy, and the Franz remix CD that came out today. (They're calling it Blood. Those beautiful bastards.) I'll have to slowly accumulate them in the coming weeks, I guess.

ETA: References inserted into chs 6 and 7. It'll want smoothing and connecting, but I'll save that for the next draft. It allows me to have her be shocked to see them for the first time, even though the boys have seen them several times. That's the whole point, is that they should be invisible, unless you know they're there.

I have to stop reading this Bizarro shit, it's making me even weirder, I swear.
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to die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine [May. 6th, 2009|06:24 pm]
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Well Dart's little (er, huge) story is done at 21,229 words, which is all right. I have a feeling it'll get pared quite a bit once someone with a brain sees it, but for now, done. DONE.

It was good fun, anyhow. The story's a bit crap right now, but I like the kid, I must say.

It goes like this:

“Well, here’s to the blood in our veins, and the bodies in the church yards, Paul. May they stay where they belong, until we need them elsewhere.”

“I’ll drink to that, Francis.”





So today I got an email from the Oasis Shop (yeah, I'm on the mailing list... shut up!) about them releasing "The Dreams We Have As Children" in the US finally-- which is the recording of the show Noel did for the Teenage Cancer Trust a few years back. And Weller is there for a Jam (Butterfly Collector ftw!) and Beatles song! And then Noel does "There is a Light That Never Goes Out"!

Admittedly, it's not quite as ironic as when Morrissey sings it, but I don't usually like covers, and I really like this one. I was also really happy when Balaji came out of the office, paused to listen to "Cast No Shadow" and went, "Yeah, you're right, Tara's wrong. Noel can't bring it like Liam."

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Ahem. Because yes, if you haven't guessed, Tara regularly winds me up about them not needing Liam to sing-- which is preposterous, but she's evil. Once Balaji made the mistake of saying, "You know... well, no, probably not, you're right." But the definitive answer was required of him, and he delivered. (This from the one man in the world who saw Oasis live and was actually impressed with Liam Gallagher's stage presence. "He doesn't even have to move! He's fucking cool!" Right. Let's go with that. He's fucking cool, man!)




Sheetal is officially moved into St. Paul, which means my plans to descend upon the twin cities this summer will meet with no resistance; I can pawn Bala off on him!

In other plans for adventure, I'm off to New York tomorrow morning.

Franz Ferdinand. Dude.
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it's the stupid things you bought with my credit card [Apr. 30th, 2009|03:49 pm]
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Well my new neighbors are obviously too clever by half, because they all have locked networks! That said, its not even 4pm yet and we have all our shit in the new place, most of the kitchen unpacked, and laundry started. I think we even have a place for a bar. I am delighted, but typing on my phone is a motherfucker, in spite of having a full keyboard. Consider yourselves spared.

My half-finished story is eating my brain- so much so that I couldn't sleep last night... which accounts for why I feel like shit today in spite of having dropped several hundred to get someone to lug my shit for me.

Right. I'm for the shower and some Greek food. YAY FOR ARLINGTON!
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I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars [Mar. 4th, 2009|01:01 am]
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I got my final proof of Boudha today-- which is the story I have in Grants Pass, in case I haven't yammered about it enough yet.

Man, it looks so good. Not the writing obviously, but the layout is super hot.

The problem is of course that I wrote it months ago-- lots of months ago-- so I'd really weed out a lot of those crappy sentences right now. :/ I wonder if the learning curve ever slows down so stuff I edited like 3 months ago might still look decent to me some day. Oh dear.

If I gotta have a problem it's a good one to have. I think the day I open up a file I wrote three months ago and am NOT horrified, I'm going to have to take a writing class or something. It'd scare the fuck out of me.

Anyhow working on getting Sig's first scene sorted out right now, since I just went over the proof and have been extremely pleased with Amanda's typesetting skillz. And listening to--

Well you know.

Also, Supernatural update: Balaji watched the first three tonight. He's on Team Sam. In retrospect, I should've called that.
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'cause now we have the guts to complain [Feb. 18th, 2009|02:14 pm]
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So in happy, non-family related news: I forgot to mention that my copies of Voices arrived last week. I got the Aussie print in the end, though everyone else in the States has the UK edition. They're only different in the price on the back, of course! So if I owed you one (and there are only two of you), it's in the mail as of yesterday. If it doesn't turn up in two weeks max, let me know. Because I was feeling crappy yesterday Balaji volunteered to mail them for me, and god knows if he could read my writing.

Here's a picture of it for posterity, with the star-pen thing of awesome Becca gave me when I sold it-- which I think I posted back then but anyhow. (It has the name of the story and the year on it!)

cut because I care )

Yes, my desk is a mess, thank you for asking.

Anyhow this book is old news, I know, but it looks nice, dammit. And seeing as I have another story coming up from them in a few (count them!) five months, and it looks like another one after that, assuming I can deliver on this sweet commission, that's good to see! Not that I expected anything less, of course. Just saying. Pretty.

Now I can read it! (Well, as soon as I can put down Vanity Fair. Which won't be until it's done, I can tell you.)
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that's the magic potion, that's the incantation [Feb. 13th, 2009|12:33 pm]
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God, I love being shamelessly over the top. (Er, when I write. It's rather embarrassing to actually be over the top. Trust me.) I really, really do. I just felt the need to share, because I am so happy right now.

(Good thing, since it's all I'm capable of. Shhh!)
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got no time to love just a city to abuse [Jan. 11th, 2009|02:51 am]
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Gah, the excitement!!!

I just got an email from the totally badass Arkham Tales. They want to buy my story, The Dubious Magic of Elliot Prince (or Cemet'ry Gates).

Fuck. Yes.

Meghan and Jen, I owe you big time for the edits and advice. So does Tim. Elliot, on the other hand... well, you know. Man, I actually kind of like this story too.

Squee, dude. Major squee. I wonder how many you have to sell before it stops making your heart beat so fast you feel like you're going to pass out.
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you know you should so I guess you might as well [Jan. 2nd, 2009|08:27 am]
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[Current Music |Anthony Bordain is on TV...]

So I'm a day late, but I've had company, so happy new year, y'all! My dad looked at me last night while we were watching the College Football extravaganza (he's a big Penn State fan since, you know, he grew up in PA, but he also watches anything football that's on at any time. Ever. Seriously, it's weird as hell.), "It doesn't feel any different."

No, it never does, but we have to get used to the idea that it's 2009. Annoying when I write out the rent check.

In case anyone is wondering, this is, of course, my writing journal. No matter what other shit I rant about, it's really not the point of this thing being here. If it were, I'd have lost interest in IJ a long time ago, since reality never does much for me. I usually f-lock these writing entries though-- my endless lists and whatever. But since this is sort of the year end wrap-up of Everything I Did, I'm just gonna leave it unlocked. My friends who just stop by and don't use OpenID or anything (as in, the blogger/LJ people who stop by to say hi sometimes) can either look at it or not, but if you glance through it'll tell you the kinds of shit I do every day like way more accurately. (Also: Hi!)

The rest of you will just sigh and say "here she goes again..."

First up: The Resolution. Sort of discussed this on ye olde author blog, but I'm not going to explain why I talk about my characters like they're real anymore. I feel like I'm making excuses. You know why I do it, don't pretend you don't. And if you really don't, that's cool, you probably don't care anyhow.

That said, I'm now going to discuss things that went on this year, for comparison with next year, since I'm crazy like that. This is sort of for my own records and motivation, and I'm doing it today because it's the New Year. Nano felt more like the turnover writing-wise actually, but what the fuck, I figure. It's 8.30am and I'm actually awake. And I can't resist a chance to make a list.

That means it's time for a list of crap I did this year!

Stuff I Did )

So in conclusion, as accomplishments this year go, it's fair to say I've made some important steps. I've proven to myself that I can write well enough to make people take a second look at giant novel projects. I've learned more about pacing, though I'm far from perfecting. I've learned that people will in fact pay me for this-- if not quite a professional rate, yet. But I'm actually confident that I'll get there some day. might take me a few years, but I'm good with that.




And now the obligatory second part. The stuff I want to do.

Up Next... )

And god knows what else, but those are my guesses. It'll be amusing to see how much of it actually goes this way-- especially since we'll be house-shopping and other weird shit this year. Hmmm!

Okay this is a novel in itself. I'll stop now. Just... the lists! They call to me!
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Wooooo! [Dec. 4th, 2008|06:28 pm]
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WHOA I'm totally dumb. When they said "the next issue" of Reflection's Edge, they weren't kidding.

Green is up now!

If you read it, do me a favor and help me look like one of the cool kids-- go to my site and post like a word or two about how you liked it. Bad, good, whatever. Rally 'round, and all that!

Or not. But, er, please?
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